at the wake there were tears
and the shadows of laughter
for it was the happy memories
that made them sad
in black and white they all stood
and filed quietly past the casket
each one cherishing some moment
that they privately held dear
colors faded by time's long passing
yet still vivid in their hearts
crystallized into anguish now
that there would be no more
one more smile; one more dance
just one more moment somehow lost
they all really mourned for the same thing
to have him back again...
at the wake there were tears
both dried and wet, quiet and overheard
behind black lace and starched masks
cried the parts of them that lived through him
10/16/03 - 7 AM